Persistence.

"Jackson. My name is Jackson." He accepted the handshake of the strange guy and watched his brows crease then his expression fell back to normal. Jackson retired back to watching the ocean fold and fall to his feet.

"Jackson, uh...you have the name of someone I really want to meet, that guy took something from me." He declared with his gaze fixated on the ocean. "Lovely view, don't you think? The blue sky and the birds, I don't see that often."

Where was he? Jail? Who doesn't see a blue sky?

"It is very lovely, I must say," Jackson responded slowly, a smile growing on his face, but it was covered by the mask. "It's been a while since I've been out here, too." He confessed. He was always running around, hiding like an outcast in his own life. Scared to death of being apprehended like a criminal. His dreams of living free had been cut short by his career. Such a sad fate.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind, mate. Me too though. How about we do this, I tell you all of my problems a